Summary: Kagome moved from Japan to America when she was in seventh grade. She stopped talking in eighth grade, and no one knows why. Now, in eleventh grade, Kagome will undergo a series of events that will dramatically change her...Kagome's POV.

Rated M. Why? Because my mind has many bad things in it and I don't know what I might use...

Wow. I finished one chapter in a day (that's a first). Now I'm starting the next one.

Dates Written:
April 9th, 2006

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The Games We Play
Entry Four: Cats VS Dogs

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Day Four:

It's entry four, and I am somehow keeping up with this whole diary thing…

I made quite the surprising discovery today. But, before I talk about that, I must talk about school. I'm trying to learn to go in chronological order. Oh my God. My English class DOES teach me something (it's certainly not English).

What was I writing?

Oh yeah. I remember now. I swear I have short term memory loss or ADD… Whatever. Back to what I was attempting to say.

Today, in science class, we watched something really… terrifying. Apparently we have to go through family life all over again. I got permission to skip it in ninth grade. This time, we just went into it. No permission slips or anything.

We saw the male and female reproductive systems. Then my science teacher thought that we needed to see a real one. So, he dropped his pants and boxers and showed us.

I'm still having problems seeing. My science teacher was the portly, round, and harsh man I wrote about yesterday. After he showed us, I felt my stomach turn violently.

I barely made it to the trash can in time. I threw up several times and then collapsed on the floor. I remember everyone panicking, and there were some people who were being scolded for not looking away. Then I wasn't able to pay attention anymore.

I woke up in the nurse's office five minutes later. Someone was touching my head. I felt tears roll down my face as I tried to squirm away from the touch. To my relief, I was able to. The hand didn't return to touch me again.

I opened my eyes, and the nurse was looking at me with a relieved look. She reached a hand forward to touch my forehead, and I jerked it back from instinct.

"Are you hurt? What happened? Can you talk?" She kept asking me those questions over and over. I held up my hands and she understood my plea for her to stop.

"Another student told me a little about what happened. He said that you threw up and that you're mute…" She began. I nodded.

"How many times did you throw up? Do you know?" I held up six fingers. She gasped.

"Did you have breakfast?" She asked. I shrugged. I didn't think so, and if I did, it wasn't in my stomach after that.

"What did he show you?" She proceeded to ask. I pointed down towards the man's 'reproductive organ' and she nearly screamed her way into a new scale of decibels. I immediately winced and covered my ears.

After that, she kept saying how the teacher was going to be fired. I know he won't be, though. There's a major shortage of teachers and even losing one will be bad. They need someone to teach the material, even if he does expose himself to the class.

During lunch, which I had a small appetite for, a few more things happened. The reason for my small appetite should be obvious. If you had been me, you would understand exactly what was so horrible about it!

Back to what happened during lunch (That's it, I swear it's ADD). I was sitting with Inuyasha, Sango, and Miroku. Normally, I sit next to Miroku, Inuyasha sits across from me, and Sango sits across from Miroku.

Well, that all changed today. Miroku wanted to be next to Sango, since they're going out now. I had to sit next to Inuyasha, which was REALLY weird. Here, let me tell you, Mr. Diary, exactly what happened. Oh God. I keep calling you names! What is wrong with me! I'm treating you like a human being!

Sorry. ADD attack.

Inuyasha was to my right, and he was kinda touching me. With Miroku, I don't mind. He is ignoring me whenever it happens. And the touching happens because a lot of people like the table that we sit in. Because there are so many people who like it, we usually have cramped space.

Back to where I was. Inuyasha's leg was pressing against mine. I was trying to act like I didn't care. I was trying so hard to keep him from knowing that I was blushing. I finished the miniature lunch I had and began to work on homework. Inuyasha – for NO REASON – suddenly pushed me off the edge of the seat.

I fell down and glared at him. He gave me an apologetic look, but I didn't think he was sorry. So, I signed to him that it was uncalled for, along with the pressing of the flesh. Miroku interpreted my signals, and Inuyasha began to get angry.

"Pressing of the flesh! It wasn't my fault that you were grinding against me," Miroku started laughing, "It was your fault for sitting on the edge and having no stability!" He snapped. I growled at him and stood up. I opened my mouth and tried to shout at him. Forget my no-talking rule. Cussing him out was needed.

But, nothing came out. My voice wasn't there. It had always been there before, but I had never used it. I grasped my throat and Inuyasha started laughing.

"What, Kagome? Did you just remember that you can't talk? Or did you have an operation that could have changed that and it failed?" Inuyasha taunted me. Tears began to fill my eyes as I shook my head.

Sango opened her mouth to speak, but I wouldn't let her. I raised my hand and brought it down swiftly across his cheek. Inuyasha was stunned, Sango was smiling, and Miroku was shaking his head. After a few moments, Inuyasha managed to get himself together.

He looked at me with anger and pain in his eyes. I couldn't stop the tears anymore. He opened his mouth and I was prepared to deflect any words that came out.

"What in the hell—"

"Inuyasha, shut up. You deserved it. You have no right to speak to Kagome like that!" Miroku snapped. Inuyasha turned to look at him. I took my chance and fled.

I still can't believe he did that. After a while, he came to me and apologized. He reached forward to wipe a tear from my eye, and I let him. I was too shocked by the idea of him apologizing to even think about moving.

So, I had to go to Sango's house. Miroku came too, since that was the date they had planned. Sango wanted me there in case his perverted nature came out. Inuyasha didn't want to be the only one that wasn't going to Sango's house, so he came too.

I sat down on Sango's couch and watched the TV's many colors. Inuyasha was flipping channels too fast for me to see what was on. I couldn't understand how he could, though. The screen was changing so fast, it was black nonstop.

After a while, I heard Inuyasha hiss. I looked over at him and saw dog ears on his head. No joke. There were two little, white ears on his head. And the ones that belonged on the side of his head? Those were gone. They somehow vanished into oblivion.

I nearly started talking, but my voice wouldn't come out again. I stared at him until he grew uncomfortable and looked at me.

"What?" He asked me sharply. I pointed to his ears and he paused. The channel had started showing something, so Miroku and Sango looked back to see why Inuyasha had stopped.

"She didn't know about this?" He asked curiously. I shook my head slowly, wondering what in the world I could be getting high off of. People don't sprout dog ears and drop human ears every day. Even if they did, they wouldn't act this casual about it.

"Oh… Kagome… Inuyasha is a half demon." I stared at Miroku like he had sprouted dog ears too.

"Okay, you know about demons, right?" Sango began. I nodded my head.

"Demon schools are separated from human schools to keep down the killings. Inuyasha is a half demon. He can't go to either school. So, if he behaves, he's allowed to be in our school. He just has to wear a concealment spell every day." Miroku finished.

I signed a few things, and Miroku knew to translate. I love him so much for knowing sign language… Okay, not literally love him, but… Oh shit. You know what I mean.

"Kagome says that she didn't see that coming. She assumed you were human because you couldn't use your demon powers… And that it's a good concealment spell. She couldn't sense it." Miroku added. He gave a questioning look to me and I smiled.

"What?" Inuyasha asked. He looked at me too, and I began to feel self-conscious. "How can you sense barriers? No one can." He told me. Duh.

"Oh, I see! Kagome has the holy powers! You know, the ones that hardly anyone have!" Sango nearly screamed. I nodded my head then looked at Inuyasha. He was still staring, damn it!

"Why couldn't I sense it?" He questioned curiously.

"You aren't the only one who can muster up a good concealment spell." Miroku told him plainly. I smiled then relaxed against the couch. As soon as I had relaxed, Inuyasha saw another opportunity to fight with me.

"Kagome, why don't you talk? It'd be a lot easier for us to know these simple things about you." He said. I shot him a glare, but he seemed oblivious to it. So, I began signing and Miroku began translating.

"She says that she has reasons that you don't need to know. They're also reasons to explain her… non-existent concealment spell…" Miroku seemed confused. Inuyasha sat up.

"So tell us already! It can't be too bad." He rebutted. I nodded my head rapidly to let him know that it, indeed, could be that bad.

"Whatever. If you can't talk, then fine. Probably too conceited to talk to us. What are we, low lives compared to your priestess powers? Do you even have priestess powers?" Inuyasha began to wonder. I glared at him and Sango just about pounced on him.

"Inuyasha! Don't say that to Kagome! She has priestess powers. You can't lie about something like that! Aside from that, you have no right to refer to Miroku and I as low lives!" Sango screamed. Inuyasha opened his mouth then sighed.

"Sorry… I keep saying things like that, don't I?" He asked. He looked at me for sympathy, but I wouldn't give him any.

I didn't realize that Inuyasha was part demon. Later on, they had started talking about his heritage. Thankfully, Sango seemed to know everything I wanted to know. She would ask it in my place.

I found out that Inuyasha's father had a full demon mate before Inuyasha was even born. They had a child, Sesshoumaru. Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru hate each other, and he said that he doesn't even know why. Sesshoumaru probably doesn't either.

Anyway, after that, Sesshoumaru's mother died (Inuyasha thinks so at least). Then Inuyasha's father met his human mother. And they had him. Then she died from some disease that I've never heard of. Inuyasha said that his father had a disease that demons could handle. Humans couldn't. He accidentally gave it to Inuyasha's mother, and she died quickly. Overnight, I think.

He doesn't seem too phased by it, honestly. He said that she died when he was really little. He could hardly even remember what her face looked like until they put pictures of her up around the house.

Then Sango started talking. She said that her mother died shortly after giving birth to her little brother. Her little brother was born almost a month late. Her mother died in labor, and her brother became very weak after that. Then, one day he was playing on the trampoline and he wasn't supposed to be. He hit the stretchy cloth too hard and it killed him.

Miroku didn't have any major losses. He said that his mother was a prostitute. His father took really good care of her when she was pregnant. Then, as soon as she pushed him out, she was gone. Miroku was joking that it was where his perverted gene came from.

I actually laughed at that. It has been so long since I laughed, that I almost wondered what laughter was. Then I started to wonder how in the world I could be happy. I haven't been happy enough to laugh in ages.

When my father died, I found it hard to laugh. When everything else happened in America, I found it hard to even smile for the longest time. Then I switched high schools and that changed. I was actually able to find the strength to smile.

But, that was only because Inuyasha, Sango, and Miroku had helped. It was mainly Miroku's perverted antics that got me smiling. Sango's reactions got me smiling even wider. Inuyasha's appetite had me gaping. My mouth was open so much that flies nested there.

Ew. Not literally, okay? Could you imagine how disgusting it would be if a fly came into your mouth and stayed there? Then it would have left it's little babies inside you…

I can't believe I just typed that. That is so fucking gross… Shit. Mr. Diary just heard me cuss… Fuck! I'm calling this stupid computer thing a name! It's not real, Kagome!

I am so retarded. I can't believe I'm naming my pixel-ated diary and talking about flies in the mouth…

Okay. Here's the memory for thought. I think I'm going to run out of memories pretty son…

"Kagome. Why won't you talk? What happened? Why have you been home late from school recently? Why are you ignoring me, Kagome?" My mother was sounding more and more frantic with each absence of reply.

"Kagome, what happened? Ever since your father died, you haven't been happy, no matter what I do for you! Then you stopped talking to me in your second year of American school! What happened!" My mother was sounding very frantic and angry. I was expecting her to hit me.

I kept working on my homework. I was unable to reply. I couldn't let her know, even if I wanted to. She would disown me permanently. I would be an orphan that everyone looked down upon. Telling her was dangerous for me. It was dangerous for her because she would be ashamed of her only daughter. Then she would deny even having a daughter.

"Are you the reason that your brother ran away? Did you make him run away from me? What are you trying to do to me, Kagome? What is it that you're doing? It seems that you're purposely trying to harm me! Why would you do that to your own mother? PLEASE ANSWER ME!" The pain and desperation was drenching every word she cried out. Still, even though I wanted to answer her, I couldn't.

I couldn't let anyone else know what I was thinking again. That was what had gotten me into this mess. That was what had destroyed me physically and mentally. My open-ness and trusting of everyone was what did me in.

That's why I don't talk. I did myself in by using words. I ruined everything that I had left by speaking and trusting people. I was social. That was bad enough. I was trusting. I believed that there were no bad people in the world.

I believed that so strongly that I laughed at things that weren't funny. I laughed at things that needed to worry me. Things that needed to warn me away from people or places. But I didn't get the hint. I laughed. I thought it was a joke. I thought that it was supposed to be funny and I didn't want to be the only one who didn't laugh at it.

But I was the only one who didn't see it coming. I was the only one who was laughing. I was the only one who didn't get it, which is exactly what I feared. And that was only the first time around.

The second time around, I was just in denial. No, it couldn't have happened the first time. It was a really bad dream. There was nothing to fear. But there was. What did I do? I ignored it…

Why do I always end my diary entries even more spiteful towards myself than I was when I started? I don't know, but I should try ending things on a happy note…

Never mind. That sounds like another plan that is bound to fail. Just like my plan to end my cynicism. It won't work, but yet I try anyway. Sounds familiar…

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If you knew that everything was a lie, then you would know the worst of it all. Because I can't tell you, you have to get it on your own. Because my pain is the perfect delight used for my demise…

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I am going to do the best I can to make sure that I can make something funny happen in each chapter… How have I been doing so far?

OKAY! A lot of people have guessed the meaning behind this. If you even guessed, then most likely you got it right. There were only a few people who didn't get it, but whatever. So, you guys can stop guessing! There are already too many names for me to put up there, so that's why I haven't.

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